My flight got delayed from Las Vegas to Denver. I had a few in me before the trip to the airport. (I hate flying) I sat at the bar for an hour or two waiting for my rescheduled flight. When I got in the airplane I had a few more Jack and Cokes.
I kind of remember getting off the plane. I don\'t remember getting my bags. The next thing I remember I was sitting behind the wheel in my truck. Thank God it was still in the parking lot.
My truck did not start. I had it towed and got a ride home with a friend. When the mechanic called he said I blew my engine.
How? All I can figure is I started my truck and then passed out with my foot on the gas. Funny and scarry at the same time.